Fierce passion,
hunted with pure desire;
your intoxicating scent ensnared.
Honey words
wrapped me in snug warm wool
while your grip tightened around my throat.
You caged me
within purple and blue;
beaten and broken into despair.
Whispers from the Fire: More Poems that Burn with Truth…
Coming Out Call-Out
probably when I became menstrual
Rumour Addiction
for whispered words of wretched weather
Blood Burning
queens snorted and screamed
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Blood Burning
queens snorted and screamed
Rescued Me
fear of abusive men soon decreased
In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
where your love left me exiled